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Insights from Award-Winning Journalist
Tom Plate
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ON THE NEAR-PERFECT INTERVIEWER
“I’m ready for my close up.”
“You have done a superb job of capturing the many faces of this
extraordinary man, whom I have known and admired for some fifty
years. That he is the first to be honored in the … ‘Giants of Asia’ series
seems only right.”
— Dr Henry A. Kissinger,
former U.S. Secretary of State, 1973–77
“The author is able to provide the layman reader with a broad context
of Thaksin the man and politician while zooming in an historian/
journalist approach to give depth to content. This book is easily
accessible to readers using a clear journalistic style.”
— Professor William J. Jones,
Mahidol University International College, Thailand
“... This is a very readable book and, not surprisingly given the author,
very well written.”
— Former Fletcher School Dean Stephen Bosworth, former U.S. special
envoy to North Korea and U.S. ambassador to South Korea
x The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
“Since Ban became Secretary General in 2007, many books have been
published but without interviews or consultations with him. But this
book is solely based on exclusive conversations with Ban…. It is full of
inspiring quotes that reflect Ban’s philosophical thoughts…. The book
elaborates on Plate’s up close and personal observations and touches on
important international issues. It allows readers to know his personal,
human side through his words.”
— Chung Ah-young,
The Korea Times
who has the guts and wits to be nuanced and say it like it is. This is an
important book — an indispensable one — that will take readers on
a course of unlearning cerebral lethargy — all the cliches, and ‘they all
look alike’ shallowness popular culture has created and reinforced. It
will take away the cataract we suffer from when it comes to reading
any print on Asia.”
— Alice Wu,
South China Morning Post
“Tom Plate is one of the few Western journalists to get the [China]
story right.”
— Kishore Mahbubani, dean of the Lee Kuan Yew School
of Public Policy at the National University of Singapore
“This book is terrific. It calls for a journalism that respects the person
interviewed and that goes beyond the Woodward-Bernstein process of
revelation to a journalism of understanding apply at least as well to the
domestic reporting we see in our papers and on-line. The insistence on
listening as the major element of both journalism and foreign policy
is something that is a cardinal truth. All this fine work is done in Tom
Plate’s inimitable conversational style that draws the reader in.”
— Barry Sanders, international lawyer
and UCLA professor
Author’s Notes
well before the U.S. media so grindingly slowly began turning against;
and so I had high regard for RFK, who had resigned as holdover
Attorney General under President Lyndon Johnson to run for and win
the junior U.S. Senator seat from New York. In the process Bobby
Kennedy emerged as an increasingly high-profile anti-war figure.
Fortunately, no one at the State Department had the appetite to
veto the invitation I had plotted, and when RFK showed up, I was,
at the wizened age of 22, pretty much bowled over by the young
politician’s vigor and directness.
I had anticipated this, and had prepared a sophomorically sarcastic
introduction for his speech, as if to shelter my obvious hero worship.
Bobby Kennedy was quick to pick up on the irony of being brashly
needled by the very punk kid whom he knew had pushed the State
Deparment bureaucracy to invite him, and, as he took the podium
of the Department’s auditorium, said to the interns, drolly but with a
wickedly admiring smile, and right off, something like: I will tell you
one thing. I am just very glad I don’t have to run for office against your
leader.
It is interesting that decades later I still feel the influence (as in
inspiration) of this passing meeting with Robert Kennedy; Keizo
Obuchi, the late prime minister of Japan, told people of a similar story
when he was a college student. And Ban Ki-moon, now UN Secretary
General, of course, met President John Kennedy at a young age and also
felt something special that helped motivate him to enter pubic service.
“ W h e n T h e P r e s i d e n t D o e s I t,
T h at M e a n s I t I s N o t I l l e g a l . ”
The idea — the ideal notion — of the perfect interview surely exists
only in the mind and soul of the ambitious journalist and is more a
reflection of the journalist’s vanity than attainable reality.
Nor does the perfect interviewer exist, though if I am wrong, and
one or more such journalists do exist somewhere in real time and space
— on this planet and not Mars — that master is not I. Alas. It is really
not (as my critics well understand!).
Based on my experience, if the goal in interviewing the political
VIP is perfection, then this is no task for the mere mortal. I do try
— every time I try and I try hard; and, for some reason, interviewing
political figures does come relatively easily to me. But it is always,
basically, difficult. Does that make any sense? Maybe not or maybe by
the end of this book it will.
Another way to say this, perhaps, is that the best political interviews
are a matter more of the magic of the art than the rigors of the science.
On the Nature of the Political Interview 13
There are rules and tips and we will see what they are but in the final
analysis you need the touch of the poet more than the shove of the
plumber to get close enough to elicit truth from power.
The political VIP interview offers peculiar problems as well
as major opportunities. They are but a snapshot of the historical
moment, and they are difficult because
the atmosphere around them is political, INTERVIEW TIP
and politics is to transparency as freeway There are rules and
traffic is to clean air.
tips and we will see
Perfect or near-perfect interviews
what they are, but in
only take place in more virtuous realms.
Consider the case of the professionals the final analysis you
of the hereafter. In confidentiality, the need the touch of the
priest in hearing the enumerated sins of poet more than the
his repentant sinner can achieve a kind shove of the plumber
of perfection with a careful but respectful
to get close enough to
choreography of confession. The process
can prove — in a manner of speaking —
elicit truth from power.
heavenly.
Another possibility is the case of the shrink. In very strict
confidentiality, as in that of the church confessional or the office
couch, the cultivated psychiatrist in close psychological proximity with
her trusting patient can achieve near-clinical perfection with clever
protocols distilled from her own work and that of past shrink greats.
The political VIP interview exists in an entirely different world
and has an entirely different purpose.
For starters, it is designed to be shared with everyone and their
grandmother. If kept off the record or classified forever, it is of little
use to anyone, except perhaps to the interviewer. The whole point of
14 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
the political VIP interview is to birth all of it into the public realm for
discussion and dissection and potential absorption. The last thing one
would want to do with any secrets or special new insights revealed in
the interview is to keep them secret.
Not all political cultures find it equally valuable to publicize
secrets but in a culture that depends on public education and
discussion of political issues and personalities, the political interview
can be invaluable. The responsibility of the interviewer to perform at a
high level is substantial. The journalist has a socially important job to
do; journalism can be vital to the public welfare. Interviewing people
in political power is a serious business and the resulting interview or
series of conversations can have palpable consequences.
Methodologies are important but the core of the job is moral. The
political interviewer may assume at one time or the other the tactical
pose of the shrink or of the confessor but those are simply transitory
techniques, not true roles. They are essentially private transactions.
In effect the political interviewer is the representative of the citizen —
reader or viewer or listener — who cannot possibly co-habit, of course,
the same space and exist in the same time as the interview session. So
there is a civic responsibility of representation. This role is no joke,
and the interviewer needs to take this aspect of journalism seriously …
though without losing her or his sense of humor — ever. If there is one
useful tool not often taught, it is that a sense of humor can do more
for the interviewer than the most thought-through interview strategy.
Instead of a lot of notes, bring to the session some jokes.
It is also possible to take the view that the interviewer in effect
represents the interests of historians decades or even centuries hence
who will be reaching back into their past and thus into our present to
reconstruct and interpret, with proper tenor and accurate substance,
On the Nature of the Political Interview 15
the political issues and political personalities of our age. And so the
extended interview or conversations, competently recorded digitally
or in print, offer an incomparable fact-base and reality-check for the
future observer of our present.
Looked at in this way, am I suggesting that the political interview
is one of the more significant contributions of the journalist? I am —
yes, right, I am. Imagine that somehow the interview-arrow were to
disappear from the journalist’s quiver — what would be left? Mainly
… the deadline story that, within 24 hours, would be either dated
or probably incomplete or possibly even at least partially wrong; the
opinion essay or column whose opinion may or may not be rigorously
tethered to reality; the gaudy gossip page whose noteworthy celebs
of the moment may or may not, in the
vast stretch of time and judgment of the INTERVIEW TIP
gods, prove marginally worthy or even If there is one useful
enduringly notable.
tool not often taught,
Without the fine art of the political
interview, journalism would be reduced it is that a sense of
to even less than the sums of its very humor can do more
minor arts. for the interviewer
The journalistic interview is vital than the most thought-
in almost any political culture short
through interview
of the truly closed-down totalitarian
nightmare, but of course it can take
strategy. Instead of a
on different functions. In a successful lot of notes, bring to
political society where the news media the session some jokes.
is positioned as a partner of government
rather than protean protagonist, the successful interview still remains
vital. It can draw out the VIP subject in ways that are beyond the talent
16 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
trip to Shanghai, Xi’an and Beijing. China Daily was my last stop on
this exhilarating but tiring tour.
In some ways it was the most gratifying tour stop as well, and
mixing it up with these journalists perked me up and tamed my jetlag.
There is in my blood a love for newspapers in their classical, paper-
form that is deep and abiding. There remains something special about
them, even in this age when more and more they seem the plodding
prehistoric dinosaur losing serious ground every day to the modern
quicksilver puma.
In the case of China, whose media the government and the party
hovers over carefully, newspapers still provide value. Even if their
reporting options are limited in significant respects, in many other
ways they are as free to serve their readers as any Western newspaper.
And as the China media overall continues its gradual detoxification
from dependency on state financing and goes cold turkey into the cruel
competitive swirling waters of the market, the pressure on the editors
to produce good, attractive and compelling journalism mounts.
One way to achieve this quality is to hire good journalists, train
them and keep them happily employed.
The editors of China Daily take this view and act on it. I admire
them for this and when an opportunity arose to make a very small
contribution, I accepted readily.
The afternoon seminar on ‘the art of the interview’ started it all
off. And then in April of 2015 I offered a talk on ‘deadline writing’
via an Internet web-conference studio from my university office in
Los Angeles directly to the newspaper’s conference room.
LMU, my university, had kicked up my office with a state-of-the-
art skype-type studio that was resplendent in stereo sound, luxurious
with wide-screen viewing and adroit with a mobile camera that could
18 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
be moved around the office in search of the main action. For the skype-
style session, ‘younger’ journalists attended, in an effort organized
by the paper’s Human Resources department and pushed by its top
editors.
Like journalists everywhere, the staffers in Beijing showed me
an appetite and aptitude for explaining to their reading, listening or
watching audience what is going on in the world around them. To
do this takes technique as well as talent. They all have talent — no
different from American journalists. But they operate with a different
matrix of restrictions and set of out-of-bound markers than their
American counterparts.
So be it — no journalist, anywhere, is completely free. Some of
us are bound by cultural bias and stereotypes, others by commercial
restraints, others by government oversight. There is no free lunch
or free newspaper. Instead of looking down on China’s journalists,
American journalists should reflect on how well they do what they are
allowed to do in the environment of their times and political culture
they have, and reflect more on what we can do at our end for our
own audience and at the same time do whatever we can to help our
colleagues on the other side of the Pacific to do a better job for theirs.
The first session, in summer 2014 for the talk on the ‘art of the
interview’, was conducted inside the main conference room of China
Daily (a 20-minute video cut is available on my university website:
asiamedia.lmu.edu). I offered a short PowerPoint presentation with
the assistance of Ms Xu Weiwei, a top journalist on the staff and the
gifted Chinese translator of my book In the Middle of China’s Future.
The atmosphere of the session was professional but not overly formal.
I believe the journalists in attendance understood that I was honored
On the Nature of the Political Interview 19
as the guest of china daily in beijing, august 2014: Where the idea
for this book on the political interview originated.
to have been invited to be with them and would try to do a good job
and not bore them to death in the attempt.
I could see that the Chinese journalists were more than familiar
with the notion that excessive pushiness in the interview process was
inappropriate. Their problem of course was precisely the opposite: that
any pushiness by the interviewer of any kind was not widely or deeply
appreciated in their political culture. In the Chinese media system, the
press serves to advance the goals and perspectives of the party and the
government, not to challenge them. A proper social comportment is
required.
With this said, true journalists are journalists in every part of
the world I have visited. Their heart desires to tell the true story to
the extent they comprehend it, and to the extent the political (or
commercial) environment permits it. We American journalists have
much in common. We may think we are better but it is better if we
20 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
But that point was well worth waiting for, don’t you think?
The Deadline Interview is the one that drives all us journalists
crazy. It is journalism on the run, the most superficial and the most
demeaning, and the least likely to produce utter and total journalistic
accuracy, as it is probably the initial run at the story. But the Deadline
On the Nature of the Political Interview 21
“ D o n ’ t J u s t S ta n d T h e r e
Looking Skinny!”
star — along with former President Bill Clinton and screen celebs such
as Orlando Bloom, Diane Lane, Demi Moore, Kiefer Sutherland and
Hilary Swank, as well as movie directors Ron Howard, Jason Reitman
and Ed Zwick.
Ban, who probably has met and conferred with every major
political leader of our time, at times can be as shy as a librarian and
accepts that he is not the second coming of Nelson Mandela. He was
worried about holding his own against such celebrity star power at the
private party planned after the main event — a day of panels and talks
on Hollywood and the United Nations.
Andrea, a former actress, got a little cross with Ban, whom
she likes a great deal but feels needed much better public-relations
management, and advised him in strong terms that he was the “real
deal” and the powder-puff celebs were anything but. With Soon-
taek all but cheering her on, Andrea rather firmly pointed out the
difference between the Hollywood world and his world. She noted
that when a Hollywood ‘shoot’ was over, the ‘casualties’ got up, dusted
themselves off, went to the makeup room to clean up, and went home
to resume their lives. But when Ban and the UN witness bodies at the
side of the road — casualties of war or ethnic cleansing or starvation
or a terrifying tsunami — those bodies do not ‘rise from the dead’.
Your life is real, she said to Ban; their life is just a world of dreams that
makes money. You will deservedly be the superstar tomorrow, she said
in effect. Mrs Ban smiled warmly and appreciatively.
Andrea, the Hollywood child, hit that non-macho male on the
head with the hammer of reality. I agree with her and admire Ban and
other political leaders who are dealing with harsh and pressing reality
in real time. As for politically-active or cause-championing celebs, I
have nothing against any of them, and greatly admire some of them,
26 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
even when I may not agree with what they are doing; for example, the
accomplished actor Richard Gere’s commitment to the Dalai Lama
cannot be questioned in its sincerity, though his overall analysis of
Tibet might be different from my own. And so I haven’t done many
celebrity interviews, and whatever the actual number, I wish to do no
more. But one I’ll never forget took place in London — and I must tell
you about it, because it conveys an important point about the protocol
of the interview.
This happened some years ago when I was much younger and,
looking back on it now, I didn’t know what in the world I was doing
at the Connaught Hotel, or why in the world I had taken the daffy,
unexpected assignment to interview a visiting Hollywood movie star.
Even today I’m not sure why I was even asked. Everyone at the Daily
Mail in London knew me as something of a snob from Los Angeles.
I — me! — do prime ministers, not whacked out Hollyweirds.
Yet my assigned target on this chilly cold day in 1981 was Shelley
Winters, starring in Blake Edwards’ new comedy S.O.B. — an actress
well known to the movie world as the thoroughly repulsive (and thus
brilliant) wife in the disturbing Lolita film starring the incomparable
English actor James Mason.
And in fact Shelley Winters was having a hard enough time
explaining the plot basics of the movie to me, much less any aspect of
foreign policy. But — perhaps to her credit — the obviously intelligent
actress wasn’t trying that hard. She knew that what she was doing
was stupid (though, actually, the movie, a satire on stupid formulaic
Hollywood, was not). Draped horizontally and almost defiantly across
the generous expanse of an overstuffed Edwardian sofa, as if a semi-
sleepy petulant Persian cat drowsy from excessive sleep, and swathed
in robes as if all set and ready for a Rubens modeling gig, the two-time
On Surviving the Celebrity Interview 27
Oscar winner (The Diary of Anne Frank, A Patch of Blue) was clearly
absorbed less by my questions than by the irritating competition my
wife was presenting right before her eyes in the competitive weight
department.
The ‘annoying’ Andrea was a weight-watcher as severely religious
as the Taliban, and Winters was clearly heavily agnostic; and petite
at five feet one inch tall as the whale-ish Winters was anything but,
Andrea repeatedly if politely kept refusing the offer to dive along with
her open-mouth first into the large box of hotel chocolates that was
occupying so much of Winters’ attention. But even without Andrea’s
help, the chocolates, somehow, one after another, as relentless as
raindrops dropping on Shelley’s head, kept vanishing as the ‘S.O.B.’
star kept gorging. Finally exasperated with herself, the actress nearly
shouted at my wife: “Don’t just stand there looking skinny!”
And so it was utterly impossible to dislike Shelley Winters, but in
my view the article I wrote for the Daily Mail, a politically conservative
tabloid newspaper that was then under the legendary editorship of
my great European mentor Sir David English, would have been a
sun-baked banana leaf of trivia had I not decided to go with her wild
assertions of ‘communist infiltration in Hollywood’.
Here we had a moral dilemma: In the interview, Winters was
adamant that the West Coast mass-entertainment industry was creepy-
crawly with Commies. This was not something I would say of course
(much less even try to verify); but it was something she would say —
and did, without offering verification. Was her motive to make sure
the interview got into the conservative Daily Mail and she felt her best
chance of this was to go outrageous? Did this intelligent professional
woman sense I was a hopelessly serious person and would only respond
to a comment of gravity, however absurd? And was I — the interviewer
28 The Fine Art of the Politic a l Interv iew
he was interested in; it was the human passion and self-doubt behind
the political decision to defect from the political party of his father
and of his grandfather and all his relatives and friends and family
canine and so on and so on…. He found a veteran Laborite member of
Parliament named Tom Bradley who agreed to talk to the Daily Mail
… sent me up to Northampton to spend time with him and his wife
and his son … very nice people … Andrea came along, liked them as
well. Interview after interview and I still felt I was missing something
… missing some key to his extraordinary decision to join a new party
called the Social Democrats (not too leftie, not too rightie) … I needed
a strong opening story for the piece, something very emotional … I
could not quite get it from Member of Parliament Tom, or Mrs Tom
… Ah! When an interview hits a dead end, interview someone else!…
I began playing catch-ball with the 11-year-old son … sweet but
withdrawn, never speaking much … He easily caught my curve ball,
which was basically lame, but it did sort of curve — anyway, he could
tell that I had respect for him. One afternoon when the parents were
completely out of earshot we sat down in front of the fireplace, I was
sensing the son wanted to say something about his father … When
did you first realize your father was so upset that he was going to defect
from his long-beloved party? … The son stared at the warmth of the
fireplace, and then back at me … It was when he stopped planting the
gladiolas … The kid stopped me dead… The boy further explained
that every winter, in anticipation of the coming spring, Dad would
go into the greenhouse and plant the gladiola bulbs … Planting, the
annual English rite of spring … For his Dad, this was as regular as
anything in the Bradley family tradition … But not this year! Not this
time! Dad was too upset, too emotionally preoccupied with what he
had to do… And thus was born the interview/profile: THE NIGHT
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¡Visión espantadora!
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El Espíritu
En la incesante ráfaga
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vuelo de abajo arriba;
y en ese veloz torno,
que el Tiempo mueve y gira,
mis dedos impalpables
las tenues hebras hilan
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tejiendo a Dios, en el telar eterno,
la que viste inmortal túnica viva.
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Fausto (aterrado)
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Fausto
Wagner
Fausto
No ha de lograrlo jamás
quien en su pecho no sienta
arder la llama violenta
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Pasa aquí todos tus ratos
estudiando: mata el hambre
con esta merienda fiambre
de las sobras de otros platos;
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tu nombre den a la fama;
mas, si fuere tu ambición
los corazones mover,
ha de brotar tu saber
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Wagner
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goza cuando el vuelo tiende,
y el espíritu comprende
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